Ode to Being Placed on Hold
The music rarely
entertains,
but I find
peace between
the notes,
sometimes,
and embrace
the notion that
I’ve been inserted
in that peculiar
capsule between
speech and the
void, imagining
myself somewhere,
floating, free
of care and
gravity,
beer can
satellites
orbiting my head,
with bites of
pungent cheeses
and baguette
circling in
their wake,
a gift, you see,
like rain in
August or
a warm voice
saying hello.
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“Ode to Being Placed on Hold” was drafted during the Tupelo Press 30-30 marathon in August 2015. Many thanks to Mary “marso” of the blog “marsowords” who sponsored and provided the title. The poem has also appeared here several times.
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Love it!
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Thank you, Beth!
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This is the first ode to being put on hold I’ve read. I love it!
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It was a fun one to write!
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Yikes! Beer cans orbiting overhead? Grateful for aluminum, not glass … crossing my fingers they’re empty … wondering how many I helped empty … thinking might be time for one more before a human voice breaks this trance …
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The cans would be empty, especially if they had contained some of my favorite local Texas beers. I miss Real Ale’s Hans’ Pils! Bottle would not be fun, empty or not. 🙂
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